Luigi and the Subservient Prisoner

The door to the dungeon buzzes open. Cathy's eyes flutter as she turns her head to face the entrance. It's Augusto.

Like always, she is dragged her out from her cage and taken to the shower room. Feeling groggy, feeling tired. And most of all, feeling a heavy mist of numbness. A sensation she is getting acquainted to. A sensation that's slowly creeping it's way into normalcy.

Augusto throws some clothes at the bunk nearby, "Make it snappy, get dressed, and go to the don's study afterward. Ordini del don," he instructs then leaves.

Cathy steps onto the showers. Thoughts occupy her mind. Millions of thoughts. Thoughts about Luigi and what is waiting for her on the other side of those blue leather doors.  What is waiting for her when she steps into the study with walls of terror and misogyny. Can't be good. Thoughts ranging from mild-case scenarios to the worst-case scenarios.